Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
AZ,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.